#they translated it as 'partner' (tis all about how kid and killer calls each other btw) a +100 eps later killer use the same word again thi

[sualne]

that guy

[draconica]

10 + 14 for nellis prompts?

10: Anniversary celebration 14: Morning sex

I switched out anniversary and made it a birthday instead. Enjoy it, bby 😎

On the evening before his birthday (a day he wasn't terribly looking forward to), Nick had decided that the best thing to do would be hit the casino and forget about his upcoming “special” day. Ellis was at work for a long shift and Nick wanted to avoid any more cheery reminders when he got home, so had punted to leave early and grab a bite to eat before heading on to his favorite casino for the night.

When he got home at whatever o'clock in the morning, Ellis was already in bed, which was nothing new, but once Nick had slipped under the covers and tried to shuffle closer to Ellis in order to spoon him, the kid had grunted a little and moved away from his arms. A bewildered, slightly drunken Nick wondered if Ellis was mad at him about something. But before he could process the thought any further, Ellis had sleepily rolled over and snuggled with Nick face to face instead, settling back to sleep almost immediately. Though slightly confused at the time, Nick had been too tired to care and had passed out shortly thereafter.

The next morning, plagued only slightly by a hangover, the gambler stirred into consciousness and was met with a bright, sunny morning peeking through the blinds. He groaned and tried to roll over so he could try and comfortably get five more minutes, but blearily realised that he was trapped on his back.

That was because his arms were tied to the headboard above his head.

“What the-” Nick tilted his head back, trying to see for himself and could only just see the red necktie that had been used, one of his own in fact. Considering that he was still a little spaced and that Ellis had never pulled a stunt like this before, his first instinct was that they were in danger.

“Ellis?!” he called, wincing slightly at the volume of his own voice.

“Hush down,” replied Ellis sweetly not a moment later as he walked into the bedroom, carrying a gift bag. “No need to yell.”

Nick groaned in annoyance and let his head fall back to the pillow at the sight of the bag. “Ellis, what the fuck are you up to?”

His younger lover just grinned at him and set the bag down for now, turning to face Nick with his hands on his hips. “You're gonna like it, don't'chu worry, darlin'.”

Nick had a feeling that whatever 'it' was had something to do with the fact that Ellis was just in a dressing gown. He narrowed his eyes at the mechanic, who in turn just smiled at him with that Southern slant that Nick had taken to so affectionately when they'd first met.

Wordlessly, Ellis crawled onto the bed on top of the covers and straddled his partner, pinning him down even more. He ended up just staring at him for a while, and Nick rose an eyebrow in silent question.

“You look so good,” Ellis commented dreamily. “Even after all these years.”

The gambler snorted. “You mean all four of them?”

His biting tone didn't seem to phase Ellis who just continued to trace lines on Nick's chest whimsically. “Four years can sure change a guy.”

Having enough of all this secrecy that he wasn't being let in on, Nick began to squirm his arms and tried to wriggle free of his restraints, but the knot had been tied pretty well. “C'mon, Ellis, let me out of this, will ya?”

“Nuh-uh,” teased Ellis, finger circling one of Nick's nipples. “I ain't given you your birthday surprise yet.” Nick squinted at him, then moved his gaze briefly over to the gift bag sat on the cabinet nearby. He opened his mouth again with a chastising sneer on his lips before Ellis cut him off. “And I know you said you didn't want anythin' but trust me, darlin'...” Bracing a warm hand on Nick's chest, he leant in and whispered into the his ear. “I think you're really gonna like it.”

Ellis had surprised him with sex plenty of times before, but never with any kind of bondage involved. Nick? Sure, once or twice, after all it was fun to watch Ellis squirm so helplessly, but it seemed like Ellis was up for taking control this time. All right. Nick could roll with that. He jerked his shoulder a little, trying to nudge Ellis up for a kiss. “Well c'mon then, killer.”

“All right, birthday boy,” teased his lover, ignoring the slightly annoyed look that Nick shot him. “Just sit tight and let me take care of ev'rythin'.”

The gambler watched as Ellis leant in to kiss his cheek, moving down to his jaw soon after. But as Nick turned his head to try and connect their lips in a proper kiss, it seemed like Ellis wasn't having it, moving back out of his reach with a sly smile.

“Ah-ah, just relax. Y'all don't have to move a muscle.”

As much as Nick didn't like the idea of being tied down, helpless and vulnerable, he had to admit: Ellis trying to be dominant was both adorable and pretty hot. Snorting, the man relaxed his head back onto his pillow. “Fine, just don't keep me waiting too long, right?”

Ellis didn't reply outright whether he would or not but did translate his intentions through a mere wink before going back to what he was doing. While he kissed down inch by inch from Nick's throat down to his chest, the older man found himself finally relaxing into it. He could almost feel his body begin to melt into the sheets.

Keeping his keen eyes on Nick's face, Ellis continued his trail down Nick's stomach until he was finally level with the man's crotch. He was still in his underwear but they both knew that would change before long. Ellis rested his head on Nick's hip, continuing to stare dreamily at him like a princess laying eyes on her prince charming for the first time, meanwhile his palm smoothed gentle circles over the protruding bulge. Nick's thighs gave a slight twitch at the touches.

Luckily he didn't have to wait too long after all, as Ellis was shimmying his underwear down soon thereafter and then threw it from the bed. It landed in the laundry basket, and Nick was vaguely impressed.

Ellis turned his doe-eyed attention to his lover's penis and affectionately took it in his palm, starting to rub it up and down with nimble fingers. It was almost a curse at how good Ellis had gotten doing this, and Nick liked to think that it was from all his teachings. Now he was able to use those techniques against him to send Nick spiralling into pleasure in a matter of minutes. Fortunately, or not, he was far more intent today on teasing the gambler for as long as possible.

Unable to use his hands, Nick tried to encourage his lover's movement even more by using subtle rolls of his hips, arching up into each smooth stroke. Ellis just grinned at him, knowing full well what Nick was after, and licked his lips until they were coated with a delicious sheen of saliva.

Nick bit his lower lip in anticipation and could feel his heartbeat begin to accelerate. It was only a second or two later that Ellis shifted his weight, gently pulled back Nick's foreskin and took the semi-hard cock into his mouth. It was just the head at first, but that still felt amazing and Nick let his eyes close so he could enjoy it. He only wished that he had his hands free so that he could run his fingers through Ellis's hair as he often liked to do during blow jobs. But as he had no way of conveying that encouragement through touch, he had to do it verbally instead.

“Mmm, that's nice, Ace,” he purred.

As he wasn't able to reply with words, Ellis just gave his lover a smug look and continued to pleasure him, curling his hand around the rest of the shaft while he gently began to suck the tip. While his eyes were closed, Nick could just hear the small slurping noises that his partner made, a well as the occasional moan vibrating on his skin. The gambler lifted his head slightly and opened his eyes to be greeted with that never-tiring sight of Ellis, bedroom eyes and all, with those spit-shined pillowed lips wrapped around his cock.

His erection swelled to full mast at the image.

Ellis moved his mouth away eventually and licked around his lips, saliva dripping from the corners. He exhaled deeply against the hot skin, his grin reappearing briefly before he brought Nick's cock back for more only this time taking it into his mouth even further, inch by inch.

With a grunt, Nick lolled his head from one side to the other, his jaw hanging open. “God damn right.”

Nick wasn't sure when Ellis's gag reflex had stopped responding, he was just damn glad it had. By now, almost his entire length had made it past those lips and was being blessed by those oral skills he'd come to master.

It was all over far too soon when Ellis pulled off once more, replacing his mouth with his hand and giving the shaft lazy strokes. “You enjoyin' your gift so far?”

Nick let out a soft chuckle, his eyes misted over. “Would love it a lot better… if I could touch you,” he replied, slightly out of breath.

A sympathetic smile crossed his face. “Aww, I know you would, darlin'.” Not that he was about to change that, of course. He still had some plans for the tied-up birthday boy that he intended to put into motion straight away. It meant moving away from the bed entirely, a motion that Nick seemed to protest to.

“Simmer down,” Ellis grinned at him with shining lips. “I ain't goin' far.” He only stepped as far as the cabinet in order to retrieve the blue gift bag perched there. He reached inside of it while on the short journey back to bed and removed a wide, black ribbon. Nick squinted at the thing.

“Do I have to wear that?” he sighed as he noted the way Ellis was looking at it, curling it between his hands.

“We got a safe word, don't we?” Ellis sat on the edge of the bed and turned to his lover, ready to tie it when he hesitated.

Nick shook his head, one side of his mouth tilting in a smirk. “Go ahead. Just… not for long, all right? You know I like watching you.”

That was a relief to the younger's ears and he went ahead with his little plan. The ribbon was around Nick's eyes and gently yet firmly tied in a few seconds. Ellis ran a gentle finger along the lip where silk met skin – Nick leant into it briefly, his patience and consideration rewarded with a kiss at last.

Nick turned to those soft lips and gave a sigh as he relaxed. Ellis opened his mouth and let his lover inside and Nick could taste the salt of himself across his tongue. A hand drifted down his chest, sifting through the fine hairs there, and then there was a sudden yelp erupting from him as Ellis pinched his nipple.

“Ellis, damn it.”

“I got'cha,” purred the hick in response as he soothed the bud. Ellis then stood from the bed as Nick could feel his weight shift off the mattress, then heard the sound of fabric hitting the floor as Ellis slipped off the robe. He was naked, and Nick couldn't see it. He tried not to groan as he thought about his hot young lover parading around nude in front of him – he knew that would rev Ellis's engine, knowing that Nick was breaking.

Thankfully, he didn't dwell on it for long as soon the bed was dipping once more and that pleasant weight was on top of him. Ellis had resumed his position between Nick's furred thighs, and the conman licked his lips.

“Ya remember our first time, Nick?” Ellis suddenly came out with, causing Nick to replay that sentence again in his mind to make sure he had heard correctly.

“Yes, Ellis, I remember.”

Nick could hear some more rustling followed by the 'pop' of the lube cap being opened. His eyebrow twitched beneath the silk.

Ellis's voice remained level and sweet in the moment, even as Nick felt a condom being rolled onto him. “Why don't'cha tell me about it,” Ellis suggested and poured some clear liquid across Nick's length before making sure it was generously spread. The gambler hissed and pushed up his hips to chase the careful grip of Ellis's hand.

“Go on,” Ellis prompted again. Nick moistened his dry mouth.

“We'd just gotten into military quarantine,” he recalled, turning his head slightly as he willed the memories back. “They… they'd given us our own room, 'cos I told them to go to Hell when they t-tried to split us up.”

Ellis rested his chin on one hand in fondness while the other hand stroked his lover firmly, making sure to keep to the pressure that Nick liked. “Yeah, you suddenly got real possessive of me. It was hot.”

Nick gave a chuckle, beginning to ripple his hips slightly. “I'd almost lost you on that damn bridge. No way was I letting you out of my sight. Jesus, Ellis, let me touch you at least...”

The birthday boy's patience was beginning to unwind. Ellis loved it.

“Keep goin',” he urged, not giving any warning before his other hand moved in to cup and squeeze Nick's balls. “I love this story.”

Nick did continue past a huff of breath. “The moment we got into our place… heh, you pounced on me. Got me harder than a fucking rock in winter when you basically begged me to fuck you.”

Ellis was lost in the memories himself, gently rubbing his own cock against their sheets to seek out some selfish friction while he continued to stimulate Nick's dick. “I wanted you inside'a me. Made a guy wait damn long for it,” he clarified. “First time we'd seen any lube in a long-ass time.”

“Lotion,” Nick corrected, still pedantic even now.

“Same thing.” It wasn't. “Heh, 'least it worked.”

The darkness offered by his blindfold was helping Nick visualise it even more, playing back a technicolor movie in his mind. “We got on the b-bed, and… ah, shit… I fucked you from behind. Felt sorry for our neighbors when I heard you moan.” The gambler suddenly pushed up his hips, pulling on his restraints with a snarl. “Overalls, c'mon. You know what I want.”

“Hmm,” Ellis gave Nick one last loving squeeze. “Guess you've been waitin' long enough.” He felt Ellis shift on the bed once more and his heart juddered in his chest in anticipation of what his little lover was planning. The mattress creaked once more and then Ellis was back atop him. Nick could feel the hick's legs resting either side of his chest, the feet near his ribcage; Ellis was going reverse cowboy.

“Fuck, killer, c'mon,” Nick groaned and responded to the pleasant weight by pushing up his hips, feeling his slick cock nestle and rub against Ellis's ass. But Ellis was still holding on to all the control, at least for the time being.

The mechanic ground down his hips to tease the length whilst bracing his hands on Nick's thighs just above his knees. A staggered moan left Nick that he would've been embarrassed about at any other time, but hew could hardly care at this moment. He was near-enough about to start begging when he felt Ellis's hand guide him upward, a slight shift in weight on the bed followed, and finally he could feel that familiar tight warmth start to engulf him.

Ellis sighed above him, little trembles rippling through his thighs as he took a seat on his rightful throne. He arched his back happily in search of the best angle and let out another little sigh when he'd found it. “Don't remember tellin' ya to stop talkin',” teased Ellis. “I still wanna hear the end of the story.”

Nick had to swallow another moan, trying not to betray just how turned on by this whole situation he was. “You of all people know how that tale ended, sweetheart,” he grinned. That smile turned into a grimace when he realised Ellis's hands on his legs was preventing him from thrusting upward into that heat. He truly was helpless; he hoped Ellis would show a little mercy. “Babe… let me touch you. Please.”

“Tell ya what,” Ellis turned his head to say, loving the sight that was over his shoulder. “You get yourself outta that there knot and you can touch me all ya like. I ain't tied it that hard, neither, so I reck'n you can figure it out.

Nick's eyes scrunched shut under his silken blindfold and tested the binding fabric around his wrists again; now that Ellis had mentioned it, there seemed to be a little give in the knot. He should've trusted his lover from the start that he would allow for Nick to escape his bonds, should he really need to. Or maybe he was counting on it?

While he was trying to Houdini his way out of that, Ellis had finally begun to ease his way on and off the gambler's erection. Ellis hummed in delight and picked up the pace near-enough immediately; clearly he had been craving this for just as long. Those little erotic noises he was making wasn't helping Nick's situation, either.

Now he had to try and focus on unwinding himself out of the necktie all the while being ridden by his hot boyfriend – and all while he couldn't even watch. How was this a birthday treat again?

“Ellis!” he growled when the mechanic moaned on an upthrust. Nick drew breath in order to finally admit that he needed help when he relaxed his wrists and then the tie shifted around the bedpost. It seemed as though that was the key. Biting his lip, the conman gently moved his hands apart and felt the fabric brush his wrists as the knot fell apart; he was finally free.

The first thing on Nick's agenda at that point was to reach up and remove the ribbon from around his eyes. That knot came away just as easily, thankfully, and then he was able to enjoy the view - the view of Ellis's naked body writhing on top of his, the sight of his round ass accepting his cock each time…

...the sight of a brand new tattoo just above his rear.

“What the-” Nick reached out instantly to take his lover's hips and get a closer look, causing Ellis to stop bouncing and turn his head. He had the biggest grin on his flushed face.

“Ah, ya like it?” he giggled as he sat up a little straighter on his knees. “Had it done yesterday.”

It was a God damn tramp stamp that said 'Nick' in a tribal-like font. Nick was shaking his head at the ridiculous sight, moving one hand to graze his fingers gently along the letters. A little too much was happening all at once for the older man to form a coherent thought. Well, it at the very least explained why Ellis didn't want Nick to touch his back last night in bed.

His mind finally settled on something that had to be spoken. “You… fucking adorable idiot.”

The proud hick gave a slanted Southern smile over his shoulder, something Nick almost missed as his gaze switched between the tattoo and his lover's face. It didn't seem to matter a second later when Ellis once again leant forward to brace against Nick's legs and resumed his dance. A sweet moan escaped him to accompany the briefly-silenced sounds of the bed springs and skin meeting skin.

Nick's hands grabbed at Ellis's ass and squeezed the cheeks together, then parted them to watch the full show being performed. He showed his appreciation through a deep groan followed by a whap right on the mechanic's right cheek. The skin rippled for him over the globe of flesh, prompting Nick to spank the other side to deliver a similar treatment and make Ellis cry out in pleasure.

“Nick,” muttered Ellis, breath short as he attempted to swallow against a cotton mouth. His head turned slightly to try and make eye contact, the sight of which alone was making Nick's mind come undone. His fingers tightened around firm flesh once more, thin skin being stretched by his nails, and witnessed the sublime image of his cock once again disappearing and reappearing out of Ellis's ass.

“Now this is more like it,” Nick smirked open-mouthed as he allowed his heavy breaths to come, albeit shallowly. Ellis seemed to agree, not with words, as he unleashed another flood of moans while leaning back. This new angle allowed Nick to find the spot that ruined him. The gambler responded by sliding his hands up and bracing them against Ellis's lower back, just above his new branding, to give him the support he needed and begged for. The move also permitted Nick to finally move his legs, so he did; he braced his feet to the bed and rocked his hips up over and over to fuck Ellis like he knew he wanted.

“Jus' like that!” Ellis cried out in delight, head tipping back as the pleasure began to wreck havoc in his loins. Nick wasn't that much better off; he could swear there was a drop of sweat running down his temple, though he couldn't pay it any mind right now. The conman grit his teeth in attempt to keep up this pace, knowing that Ellis would come soon if he did. He would, too, but Ellis in orgasm was something damn special.

While he rubbed himself in time with the rocks of Nick's hips, Ellis's other hand scrabbled out in an attempt to ground himself and found the comforter that had been pooled under the gambler's legs. Ellis clenched the thick fabric in his fist whilst his moans escalated.

“Come for me, El,” he husked, near-demanded, then shut his eyes against the rush of white pleasure that he could feel fast approaching.

“I… I'm…!” There was no need to finish that sentence, not only was it completely drowned out but a yell of climax, but Nick was right there alongside him. Their tandem shouts only complimented Nick's orgasm and his nails bit into Ellis's skin so hard he was worried there'd be blood left in their place. Ellis surely couldn't have noticed if there was; his body was convulsing, still bouncing in place in a faltering, juddering rhythm.

When Nick eventually opened his eyes, he observed Ellis leaning forward and once again bracing his hands on the older man's legs. Nick didn't mind – it felt like his entire body was sinking back into the mattress, buzzing from a pleasure slowly subsiding.

Ellis let out a whistle and then began to laugh. “Woo… that shook me to my bones.” After a moment, he eased himself off of Nick and sighed. Wiping his hand on the comforter for now, the young man turned around, quivering thighs making it difficult, and removed Nick's condom carefully. He tied it up, tossed it to the trash and then crawled up the bed for after-sex cuddles.

“Happy birthday,” Ellis practically sang to him as he edged close to press his nose to Nick's neck and enjoy his scent.

Nick seemed all too content to let this happen, looping an arm around his boyfriend's shoulders and sighing. “I hate you.”

“Why?” Ellis frowned.

“Because I told you not to get me any gifts,” Nick reminded as his hand moved down Ellis's body, brushing against his lower back. “That includes this. What on Earth possessed you to-”

Ellis just rolled his eyes. “Ya really think I'm an idiot? It's a transfer, Nick. It'll wash off in the shower.”

Nick tilted his head slightly at that admission and then allowed a large smile to cross his face. “Thank Christ,” he chuckled. “Wouldn't want to try and explain that one away to people in the summer. Still… thanks, sweetheart. That was a nice gift.”

The mechanic couldn't hold in the excitement any more and suddenly rolled in the bed. “Aw, hell, of course I got ya a real present, man!” he beamed and reached into the bedside drawer, rummaging around a little before sitting up and handing Nick an envelope. With his interest firmly snapped to attention, the birthday boy sat up with his back to the headboard, glancing at Ellis with a slight squint as he broke the seal.

“Ah, shit, ice hockey tickets,” he sighed happily and pulled out the two slips of paper. Ellis was unable to wipe the smile from his face.

“Next Saturday! The seats are right at the front, too!” he boasted. “Man, I cannot wait to see some grown-ass dudes fightin' on skates. D'ya think they'll let me take home a tooth if one lands next to our seats?”

Nick didn't answer that last question – he was too busy feeling the blood rush to his face. Pulling Ellis closer, he leant in the rest of the way and met him in a soft kiss, knuckles brushing his chin and tracing his jaw. “Love you.”

Ellis gave Nick another of his Southern smiles, nuzzling his nose. “Right back at'cha, birthday boy.”